Rejection
I came upon the words of naught
sought out on one, a selfish thought-
to rid the sorrows of the flesh,
free of my untimeliness.
On somber days one came to call
someone so handsome, fresh from hull-
I spoke in rush and gentle hush-
words fall spiritless at first blush.
Is it not this weak word, bitter sputter,
a sad attempt fallen from my cracked lip,
The blood spitting out my despairing woe-
oh! your biting, cruel words, how they do slash
Creating ever-bleeding, open gash
by virtue of your words resting bitter
crushed determination behind my eyes,
Leaving more room for your heart to despise.
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My ending is a bit weak, so any suggestions on that would be great, as well! Thank you!
